Yeah Write #33: Ginny-Come-Lately (#flashfiction)

Not again. I’m cursed. How am I running behind? Oh, yeah, get up an hour early, dress, groom, and wear my coffee. “You’re late again Ms. Lately,” they’ll jeer. I sprint. A boom rocks the block and my bus belches a blaze.

Me too. I wasn’t going to at first, but I changed a few words to “b” sounds to amuse myself. I think I spend twenty minutes trying to decide if I should go with “rocked the block” or “bounced the block” .

This reminds me; my mom was late to work once because a plane had to make an emergency landing on the interstate. When she finally got in, her boss was all, “Oh, you’re late? I suppose you’re going to give me some crazy excuse like a plane landed on the interstate?” My mom: “Well, actually…”